Some Dark Day Lyrics - Kevin Coyne

They say that women are made of bliss 

All lips and eyes to flash 

All ears of gold and perfect beauty showing 

It's all trash 

They say that God has arms of Heaven 

Smashing crutches laughing 

One hundred weight of fleeces 

All chaste for his creation but 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

And some dark day 

And some dark day 

They're going to find they're lying 

They say that money makes nasty men 

Crushes hearts inside us 

They shout out chunks of history 

And St. Paul to guide us 

I've heard my mother say 

"Son, help grown ladies cross the road" 

Though she doesn't realize 

Grown ladies crush her toes 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

And some dark day 

And some dark day 

They're going to find they're lying 

Some loudmouth speaks of perfect sex 

All sweating, muscles coming 

I don't know where they got the lie 

I just see rooms all rocking 

When people say, "Shake hands and smile" 

I see the beast all hairy 

All they see is a golden mirror 

A landscape, lakes and fairies but 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

And some dark day 

And some dark day 

And some dark day 

They're going to find they're lying 

My father says 

"You must not know because we know already" 

He prefers the greens kept right down 

He likes his cakewalk steady 

I do believe that school taught me 

To remember sticks and lashes 

Though people tell me school was nice 

All flags and toothy flashes but 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

And some dark day 

And some dark day 

They're going to find they're lying 

Come on 

Well, okay new boy, hold my hand 

Wear the helmet of the dawn 

Kiss the smart man close to you 

Watch his fist, ooh, here it comes 

They say your Vicar wants to help 

But that is not true 

He's like the rest all in the pen 

A pocket's waiting for you 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

They're wrong, they're wrong 

And some dark day 

And some dark day 

You're going to find they're lying, okay